CHAPTER 18
LACHLAN
Going to the bar just doesn't feel as good when, instead of celebrating, you're using it as a means to pump locals for information.
It's just not as sweet. Or as exhilarating.
But, I have to give it up to these New Yorkers—
Not once has someone flinched at my questions.
They lie without question.
That's the only thing I can say I respect about them.
Two hours after I bring Sabrina home—to my home— my rage and questioning these New Yorkers is all I seem to have left to do.
Of course, some of these city assholes are just as scummy as the man who attacked her. You can tell it in their eyes, in the way they squint, the way they cant it about their teeth.
And, of course, it's common sense to be careful, especially now that I have Sabrina Fletcher under my wing.
Bec
